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Polyjuice	By : Dazzlious Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 32326 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from J K Rowling's fantastic books or films, I'm just borrowing and playing with them for a little while and get no monetary reward for doing so

Chapter List
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A/N: As ever thanks to my beta, Mamacita for keeping me on the straight and narrow where punctuation is concerned and for sorting out the Simon/Lucius thing when I got a bit confused along the way.
Werewolfhime: Of course, without a doubt, Lucius would rather be himself, but needs must as they say. And yes, he is too attractive both as himself and Simon, but unfortunately, his vanity wouldn’t let him become anyone plainer — after all he had already been Ron once and hated that experience.
Elphaba: Well Lucius is a pretty devious guy and is very good at getting exactly what he wants . . . .
Voracious Reader: I’m still getting a sneaking suspicion that you’re my beta in disguise. As for Lucius’ behaviour – he’s in love. Okay, so it’s the sort of love that requires restraining orders and the locking away of household pets but it’s still love. Anyway, he’ll be much better once he’s got what he wants, I’m sure. Do you get the impression Lucius works much? I don’t. I imagine he pokes his nose in at the Ministry every so often and has all his companies and stocks and shares working for him without him really doing much except for sitting back wallowing in all his money and looking sexy and evil. As for the Polyjuice, I’m envisioning him keeping a drink pretty close at hand like Barty Crouch Jr. He would only need a sip every so often while Hermione wasn’t looking.
Linmo: Of course he does, that would be his ideal outcome . . . although he’s aware that’s not really a viable option. Right now he’ll take anything he can get! *LOL*
Heidi191976: Thank you. Actually, I think we all know what’s going to happen next . . . don’t we?
Hmmm here we go, things are about to get a little bit lemony. Dx

Lucius opened the door of the boathouse and slipped inside, grinning widely when he realised Hermione was following him. He had got her. All he had to do was keep cool and a pleasurable afternoon was assured. As she followed him through the door he grabbed her, pulling her tightly to him, his mouth finding hers once more as his hands now moved over her body, caressing her breasts and her bottom, wishing she didn’t have all those clothes in the way.
Hermione stiffened for a second as his hand cupped her breast, but her desire was as bright as a flame and ignoring her hesitation worked like a charm.
‘Over here,’ he whispered, leading her towards one of the boats deeper inside the building.
Lucius pulled off his robe and spread it over the bottom of the boat, then helped Hermione in and joined her.
‘This is such a cool place,’ he said, looking around. ‘Perhaps we can make it our special place.’
Hermione laughed. ‘Special place? How are we going to do that?’
‘I have several ideas,’ Simon told her lecherously. ‘And I’d be happy to show you all of them.’
‘I don’t think so,’ Hermione replied, suddenly apprehensive.
‘Why not?’ Simon asked her gently, his hands once again caressing her body. ‘I’ve been thinking about you constantly since we met, Hermione. I don’t just want to be friends with you.’
Hermione looked sadly at Simon. ‘I don’t think this is such a good idea, Simon. I did something similar with a friend once and it didn’t work out.’
‘Was it Potter?’ Simon asked.
‘No. Not Harry.’
‘Ah, so it was Weasley, then? Lucky guy. I’m definitely jealous.’
Hermione gave a small laugh. ‘I’m not sure he thought so. Anyway, we’re better as friends.’ She gave a small moan as Simon’s fingers slid up under her skirt, sending tingling electric shocks over her thighs and through her pussy. She knew she was already aroused but she had to resist him.
‘I want you so much,’ Simon whispered in her ear. ‘You are gorgeous, Hermione, and I want to love you.’ His fingers brushed over her knickers, feeling with pleasure the dampness there, and he heard her small moan of desire.
‘No, please,’ Hermione begged. ‘Simon, please don’t.’
Simon captured her mouth again, stopping her protests, and kissed her deeply as his fingers slid under the elastic of her knickers, brushing at her wet slit, then pushing inside her.
Hermione moaned as Simon pushed her down beneath him. Regardless of everything she had told herself, she no longer wanted to fight him; worse, she desperately wanted his touch. His fingers left her briefly as he pulled off her knickers but were soon back, his thumb rubbing her now throbbing clit as his fingers slid into her soaking pussy.
‘You feel so good,’ Simon told her honestly, his mouth finding hers again as his other hand moved to play with her breasts. He definitely needed to free those. He pulled at her blouse, freeing it from the waistband of her skirt, and pulled it up to reveal her bra — only a little more interesting than the one she had worn last time he had been with her. His mouth dove, sucking on her nipple through the lacy fabric, feeling it grow as he did. Hermione whimpered again and he moved his fingers around inside her.
‘How could Weasley bear to let go of someone as gorgeous as you?’ Simon asked as he reached around to unclasp her bra, his hands sliding up to cover her breasts.
‘I don’t want to talk about it, Simon,’ Hermione replied, sounding a little distressed; and Simon, taking the hint, let the subject drop.
Still kissing her, he undid his trousers, pulling them down just far enough to release his throbbing cock. There would be no nakedness today, however much he desired to feel Hermione’s beautiful soft skin against his. He knew her well enough to know she would never agree to get undressed out here. Somehow he was going to have to convince her to take him to the Room of Requirement. But that was for later. Now he just had to convince her to let him inside of her.
But things were moving too fast for Hermione. Although she really liked Simon, she was determined to not make the same mistake she had made with Ron. She just hoped she wouldn’t lose another friend because of it.
He was pushing her down beneath him again, his hands back on her breasts, but she noticed that he had undone his trousers, and although he was still in his pants she could feel the hard bulge of his cock pressed against her. His hands moved down to pull up her skirt as he tried to push her legs apart, trying to position himself against her pussy.
‘No, please don’t, Simon,’ Hermione cried and pushed him off her.
Simon looked at her with concern. ‘What’s the matter?’ he asked. ‘I haven’t hurt you, have I?’
Hermione sat up, shaking her head. ‘No . . . I’m sorry . . . I know I’m being silly but I just don’t want to — do — it. Not today. I just can’t.’
She could feel the tears prickling her cheeks and worried for a moment that Simon would scorn her. But instead, he pulled her into his warm arms and held her tightly, gently kissing her hair as he rocked her.
‘No need to get so upset, angel,’ he whispered. ‘We don’t need to do that today. I’m happy to wait till you’re ready for me. All I want is to make you happy.’ Inside he was cursing that once again he wasn’t going to have his love, but then an idea occurred to him. Once Hermione had calmed a little he lay down, pulling her down beside him; he wrapped his arms around her waist and just held her, careful not to touch her sexually.
‘You know there are plenty of other things we could do,’ he told her seductively as he stroked her hair. ‘Lots of other ways to give each other pleasure.’
Hermione looked bewildered. She hadn’t expected Simon to give up trying to make love to her but she had no idea what he was talking about. Gods, was she really so naïve? Simon’s hand caressed her face and neck, soothing her, and she relaxed against him, enjoying being in his arms and torn between wanting more and wanting to stay just as they were.
‘Let me taste you,’ he whispered into her hair, so quietly that she wasn’t sure that she had heard him. She snuggled closer to him, running her hand over his face as she reached up to kiss him.
Simon wasn’t put off.
‘Let me taste you, Hermione. Please . . . let me.’ His hand was moving down her leg now, slowly lifting her skirt.
‘What?’ Hermione asked, confused. She had no idea what he was talking about. ‘I don’t know what you mean.’
Simon smiled. ‘Just lie back, relax, and I’ll show you,’ he said, his voice smooth and seductive, his hand brushing gently over her thigh yet careful not to touch her pussy.
Hermione bit back a moan of desire. She had to stay focussed, but it was hard when Simon’s touch felt so good. His mouth found her throat and this time she did cry out, a small mewl of pleasure and desire mixed with frustration.
‘Please, Hermione,’ Simon whispered soothingly into her throat, just a touch of pleading in his voice. His hand was still moving on her thigh, tracing small patterns across it, causing little jolts of electricity to zip through her body.
‘Oh, Simon,’ she whimpered, her back arching slightly as the whisper-soft kisses continued.
Taking her moans of pleasure as a sign to continue, Simon slid down her body, his mouth now on her thighs, kissing them as he worked his way closer to the part of Hermione he so wanted to reach.
‘Thank you,’ he whispered as his tongue flicked out to touch her clit, laving around it briefly before he buried his face in her wetness, a deep groan of pleasure issuing from his lips as he rediscovered the delicious taste of her.
Hermione gasped loudly, her back arching further as Simon’s mouth worked on her pussy. She remembered vividly the pleasure she had felt when Ron had done something similar. The feeling was exquisite and she didn’t want it to ever stop. The gasp turned to whimpers, followed by cries of pleasure. Simon seemed to take his cue from her sounds to lick harder or faster or even on occasion to slow down; his fingers soon added an extra dimension.
Simon wrapped his arms around her legs, trapping her; her cries turned to begging as the sensation became unbearable for her, and he knew her climax was close. He was going to make her come again and he wanted it even more than his own orgasm.
‘Simon . . . please stop . . . oh . . . oh . . . please stop,’ Hermione begged, trying to move away from his mouth. She was held fast. ‘It feels too good,’ she whispered, torn between wanting his tongue and wanting to get away.
Simon stopped briefly, raising his head to smile at her. ‘There’s no such thing as too good, Hermione,’ he smiled and buried his face again, his tongue laving at her clit before probing through the silky folds.
Hermione bucked and screamed out. Gods, she was close. Again he licked her, using his tongue to fuck her as his arms held her fast. There was no escape from his mouth and he was going to give her no mercy. He wanted her to come, wanted to drink her juices.
Within seconds Hermione’s breathing had changed, growing shallower and more rapid, little whimpers of ecstasy building to a louder crescendo as her climax exploded. He moaned with joy as her come filled his mouth. He slowly brought her down, releasing her from his grasp before finally moving away from her pussy completely.
Simon looked down at his beautiful lover, her eyes glistening with excitement, her face flushed. He reached out to stroke her face affectionately.
‘Thank you, Simon,’ she whispered, smiling.
Simon smiled back at her. ‘No, I definitely have to thank you, Hermione,’ he said sincerely.
Hermione had thought Simon would try again to penetrate her now that he had made her come, but instead he settled down beside her, seemingly content to pull her into his arms and hold her. But she could feel his hardness still pressing against her and she knew he must be frustrated.
Slowly, she moved her hand to stroke the material covering his cock, hearing his short gasp of surprise and desire. Soon she had freed it from its bonds and was grasping it firmly, squeezing it in the way she had done with Ron. It was clear that Simon was enjoying it, a deep guttural grumbling noise in his throat giving away his desire.
‘Taste me, Hermione,’ Simon moaned, his intense desire for her making him bold. He gazed deep into her brown eyes, his look begging her to do as he wanted.
Hermione wasn’t sure exactly what Simon meant by his comment but she figured he wanted her to do the same to him as he had just done to her. Nervously she looked at his erection. She didn’t want to embarrass herself by admitting to Simon that she didn’t know what to do, so she moved as if to examine it more closely.
He held his breath. Was she going to do as he asked?
Tentatively, Hermione’s tongue flicked out, licking gently around the tip of his cock, wondering if what she was doing was right. The moan that escaped Simon’s lips assured her that it was and spurred her to explore further. Her tongue ran the length of his cock from the tip to the base, the salty taste of him in her mouth interesting her. Around the base of his cock and then back up again she licked, Simon’s moans getting louder the more attention she gave him.
He reached down to caress her hair. Hermione was almost torturing him with her tongue, just licking him when he so desperately needed more. Then it occurred to him that it was quite possible she didn’t know what she was doing.
‘Suck me,’ he whispered his voice almost a hiss as her tongue curled around the head of his cock again.
Hermione heard his instruction and did as he asked. Hesitantly she slid her warm, wet mouth over the end of his cock, at first taking in just the head, which she sucked experimentally. Simon groaned again. She assumed she had it right and slid her mouth deeper, still sucking.
Simon’s fingers twined deeper in her hair as she slid him in and out of her mouth, hearing his breathing quicken. She wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock as she continued to suck him and heard him gasp; his body jolted slightly.
‘Balls,’ he whispered in desperation; and Hermione, gathering his meaning, gently squeezed his balls, surprised at how cold they were. Simon gave a long, loud moan.
‘Yes, love!’ he cried out as Hermione continued her efforts, determined to give him as much pleasure as he had given her. She was amazed at how much she was enjoying both the taste of him and the power her mouth had over him. On and on she pushed him, her mouth finding and tasting his balls while she squeezed his cock, then once again covering him with her mouth and sucking hard.
Simon surrendered himself completely to Hermione, his body alight with desire. It wouldn’t be long before he came, his beautiful girl was making sure of that. Almost against his will, he started to twitch, feeling the familiar tightening in his balls. Yes, he was so close, and he wanted it so much.
Hermione wasn’t sure but she had a feeling Simon was about to come. She sucked harder and squeezed his balls. His moans grew louder and she could feel his cock twitching. Simon gave a loud groan, almost as if he was in pain, and suddenly her mouth was filled with a thick, warm liquid. Surprised, she pulled off him, automatically swallowing the salty fluid as she did so. It was more bitter than she had expected and it made her cough.
Simon looked at her in concern and pulled her into his arms. ‘Are you all right?’
Hermione grinned ruefully. ‘Yes. Sorry, I wasn’t expecting that.’
Simon’s mouth found hers and he kissed her deeply, noting the taste of himself in her mouth as he was sure she could taste herself in his. He wrapped his arms more tightly around her, not wanting to ever let her go.
‘Did you enjoy it?’ he asked her, genuinely curious.
‘More than I expected to,’ Hermione admitted. ‘It’s sort of fun having all that power over you.’ She smiled wickedly.
Lucius shivered with delight. His Hermione had even more potential than he had ever dreamed possible. She really was his perfect lover.
‘And what about the come?’ he asked cheekily.
Hermione frowned. ‘It tasted odd,’ she replied. ‘A weird texture and very salty. Bitter, too.’
‘But not unbearable?’ he asked hopefully.
Hermione gave him a knowing smile. ‘No, not too unbearable,’ she agreed.
He pulled her into another kiss. This time he really didn’t want to let her go.
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